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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 7 (MHf, first)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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We had invited Dolores and Felicia for dinner a week or so after 
returning from our honeymoon - our first guests as a married couple. 
Patricia and I took pride in the fact that we prepared an excellent meal 
on the cook's day off. (Truth to tell, Patricia mostly followed my 
instructions. I did most of the actual preparation and cooking, since 
her strengths lay elsewhere!).

We regaled our guests with tales of our honeymoon, toning parts of the 
story down from 'XXX' to 'PG' for Felicia's benefit, as we had done when 
we told them about our wine-country adventures.

After dinner, Felicia headed for my computer to download some tunes for 
her iPod, hugging me and giving me a good look down her fifteen-year-old 
cleavage before leaving to take advantage of my credit card and 
Patricia's T1 line.

Dolores watched her go, shaking her head.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl!" she complained after 
Felicia had gone, "One of these days she's going to finally get curious 
enough about sex to disobey me.  I've already got her on the pill as a 
precaution, but she keeps asking for permission to go out with guys who 
are already driving, and I'm afraid they only want one thing from her! I 
can't keep her prisoner, but I'm so afraid she'll get hurt or catch some 
horrid disease!"

I did a classic double-take when my new wife said flippantly, "Let her 
sleep with Gary!"

"WHAT!?" Dolores and I both exploded.

Patricia smiled that maddening smile of hers and said, "At first I meant 
it as a joke, but if you stop and think about it, it makes sense. Is the 
object to keep her from having sex altogether, or to keep her safe when 
she does experiment?"

"I'm not naive enough to believe I can keep her from having sex - hence 
the pills," Dolores replied, "but I AM concerned about both her physical 
and emotional safety."

"Then here's your answer!" Patricia waved a hand in my direction, "She's 
clearly attracted to him, and there's no way Gary's going to hurt her, 
physically or emotionally."

"Now, hold on, dear!" I butted in, trying to head this off before it got 
out of hand, "Even assuming Dolores and Felicia went for this, it's one 
thing to invite someone like Brenda or Le'ini to share our bed, and 
quite another for me to go screwing someone else, even Felicia, without 
you there. I won't do it!"

"Then I'll just have to be there, won't I?" Patricia replied, smugly, 
then turned back to Dolores, "I know it's not what you want for your 
daughter, but what better way to ensure that her first sexual 
experiences are pleasurable, and not the result of some oversexed teen's 
drunken, and possibly unwanted advances?"

"And what do you get out of it, Patricia?" Dolores asked.

"You know me too well, Dolores," Patricia said with a smile, "but this 
time, what I get out of it is the chance to watch my hunk of a husband 
introduce my best friend's daughter to the joys of sex without all the 
pain and confusion that you and I had to go through."

"And will you join in?"

"Not unless she wants me to, and I have your permission." Patricia said 
sincerely, "I still value our friendship, and I'm not into rape, Dolores."

"Actually," Dolores replied, "I was thinking that if I were to go for 
this crazy scheme, which has yet to be decided, by the way, it would be 
nice to let her experience sex with you, as well, assuming of course 
that she agrees.  I still have some fond, if guilt-ridden memories of 
our time together."

"You're not actually considering letting her do this are you?" I asked 
Dolores.

She looked at me and smiled wistfully, saying, "Strangely enough, Gary, 
I am. Your wife makes some good, if unconventional points."

I had to grin at that, and replied, "My wife's ideas are seldom 
conventional, but there's no denying the power of the mind behind them."

"So what about you, Gary?" Dolores asked, "Would you go along if I agreed?"

"I'd have to think about that." I replied, "What hasn't been mentioned 
so far in this discussion is what we're all risking. A careless word by 
any one of the four of us and not only would Patricia and I wind up in 
jail, but you'd probably lose Felicia to the courts. Is that a risk 
we're willing to take?"

There was a long silence at that.  Did I mention I have a knack for 
being a wet blanket?

Dolores finally broke the silence, saying, "Well, it's a moot point if 
Felicia doesn't want to do it. Maybe we should bring her in on the 
discussion at this point."

"Before we do," Patricia said, "I think we need to agree on some rules 
that she'll have to adhere to.  Her silence on the matter is one, of 
course, but I think she also needs to agree NOT to have sex with anyone 
else until she's eighteen."

"That's the whole point of the exercise, isn't it?" said Dolores, "If 
she can't agree to that, then we're wasting our time."

"I think we also need to make sure she doesn't get so enamored of having 
sex lessons that she forgets about school." Yep, that was me, Mr. Wet 
Blanket. "If her school work suffers, we stop."

"I agree to that, too." said Dolores, "Anything else?"

When no one could think of anything else to say, Patricia rang for Edgar 
and told him to ask the young lady to join us in the library.

We were sipping cognac when Felicia appeared, a little puzzled.

"Come over here and sit with me for a moment, dear." Dolores said, 
"There's something we want to discuss with you."

The pretty teen did as her mother asked, and her expression of 
puzzlement grew even more pronounced, especially when an awkward silence 
ensued while everyone tried to think of a way to broach the subject. 
Finally, I took the bull by the horns:

"You know, Felicia," I said, "ever since I started getting back in 
shape, you have been teasing me unmercifully.  Not that I minded so 
much, especially now that I've got a sexy wife to take the pressure off, 
but it's led your mother to speculate that you're growing increasingly 
curious about sex."

Felicia, not unexpectedly, rolled her eyes as teens do when they want 
you to know how totally dumb you adults really are.

"Well, duh!" she said, "Of course I'm curious! It's not like I've been 
allowed to find out for myself!"

"Well, dear," her mother said cautiously, "it's not so much that I don't 
want you to experience sex, as that I worry that you'll get hurt by boys 
your age or older, who only want one thing from you, then when they get 
it, they dump you and break your heart.  Or worse yet, when you refuse 
them they force it on you."

"And then," Patricia added, "there's always the chance of disease..."

"So Aunt Patricia has offered a solution," Dolores took up the thread 
again, "if you're willing."

"Mother!" Felicia pouted, "I can't BELIEVE you discuss my sex life with 
them!"

"It's not like you keep it a secret, dear." Dolores said, unperturbed by 
her outburst, "Shoving your tits and ass in Gary's face every chance you 
get! You think his wife wouldn't notice?"

"Oh, um, yeah," Felicia blushed, "well, uh, I didn't really mean 
anything by it, Auntie.  I guess I got in the habit of, um, teasing 
Uncle Gary when he lived with us. I mean, you know I'd never do 
anything, right?"

"Actually, dear," Patricia smiled, "we were hoping you WOULD do 
something with Gary..."

"WHAT!" Felicia turned a furious shade of red, "Why would you SAY 
something like that!?"

"Because," Patricia replied, as cool as when she faced King Kalea on our 
honeymoon, "the three of us think it would be the safest way for you to 
satisfy your curiosity about sex."

"But - but...!" Felicia stuttered, then blurted,  "He's your HUSBAND!"

I took the opportunity to pay her back for the earlier eye-roll to give 
her one of my own.

"Well, DUH!" I said, "Look, Felicia, we assume from all this teasing 
that you're at least a little attracted to me, and at least having your 
first experiences with me will ensure that you don't get raped or catch 
something that you'll regret for the rest of you life.  You may even 
find a little pleasure in it. I haven't had any complaints from my wife, 
so far!"

I winked at Patricia who snaked her hand between my legs and said, "No 
complaints at all, my dear! So what do you say, Felicia, honey - want to 
borrow my husband now and then?"

"Mom!?" Felicia said, something like panic in her voice, "Are they 
serious?!"

"Yes, dear," Dolores replied, "they are, but only if you want to, sweetie."

"WANT to!?" Felicia cried, "I've been creaming my panties over Uncle 
Gary ever since he got all buffed up! But you CAN'T be serious about 
letting me do this!"

"I think I am, Felicia," her mother said, "but there are conditions!"

Felicia rolled her eyes again, "I KNEW there had to be a catch!"

"Well, dear," Patricia said indulgently, "we ARE grown-ups after all. 
You probably already know what the first condition is going to be, but 
we need to be clear on it.  If you do this, you can NEVER breathe a word 
of it to ANYONE! If you do..."

"...Uncle Gary will wind up in prison." Felicia finished for her, "I know!"

"Perhaps you don't know," Patricia continued, "that your mother could 
lose custody of you and you would wind up in foster care until you're 
eighteen."

Felicia, for a change, was silent.

"Look, Felicia," I said, "I'd take it as a personal favor. I don't 
really want to be somebody's girlfriend in San Quentin at my age, okay?"

Felicia gave me a wicked smile, as if she like that image, but replied, 
"Don't worry, Uncle Gary. I'd never tell anyone about that, any more 
than I've told anyone that Aunt Patricia has a penis!"

"You KNOW about that?!" It was Dolores' turn to be shocked, "How...?"

"Mom, come on!" the dark haired teen gave her mom another exasperated 
eye-roll, "You NEVER remember to lock your bedroom door! I used to sneak 
in and watch Auntie Patricia screw the daylights out of you!  I thought 
it was so COOL that a woman could do that to another woman!"

"I'm happy to hear you say that, Felicia," my lovely wife put in, 
"because it brings up the second condition.  I have to be present 
whenever you and Gary are together.  I won't participate unless you want 
me to, but Gary and I have this kind of unwritten rule. Neither of us 
will take another sex partner unless the other is there."

"But if I wanted you to," Felicia asked, excitedly "you'd screw me like 
you used to do my mom?  Cool!"

"Okay," I said, bringing out my wet blanket, "but your school work can't 
suffer, and you're not to have sex with anyone else until you're 
eighteen. Can you do that?"

Felicia thought about it for a minute, then said, "Nobody? 'Til I'm 
eighteen? But that's three whole years!"

"Yes," Patricia said, "and during that three years, you'll be 
experiencing some of the best loving a woman can get.  Do you want to 
give that up to go out with some teen-aged octopus who can't wait to get 
his rocks off?  Because, let me assure you, dear, at that age, that's 
ALL the guys think of.  They're pretty much controlled by their 
hormones, and even the nicest ones can't think straight when there's a 
little pussy to be had."

Felicia gave a rueful smile at the 'octopus' comment, then shrugged and 
said, "Yeah, I guess I can wait, and I promise to keep my school work 
up, okay?  So can we start like, right now?"

"I think I'm going to add one more condition, dear." Dolores answered, 
"I really believe this is the best way to keep you safe while you learn 
about sex with other people, so I'm giving my consent, but you are my 
daughter and I don't want to watch, okay?  When you're around me, I'd 
appreciate it if you'd keep a low profile."

"Sure, mom!" Felicia said, but couldn't help a little dig, "I won't let 
Uncle Gary fuck me until you leave the room!"

"Felicia!" Dolores blushed, "I think an even lower profile than that is 
in order! Please don't talk about it when I'm here, either!"

"Okay, Mother!" Felicia did the eye-roll for her mother's benefit again, 
"Geez! Chill, will you?!"

"Can't help it, dear." Dolores said, "My heart is battling with my 
Catholic upbringing as it is, Felicia, and I'd really appreciate it if 
you'd have just a little consideration for my guilt-laden conscience."

"Sorry, mom." Felicia said contritely, "I'll try not to wave it in your 
face."

"Okay" I said, "and there's no need for haste, Felicia. You can come 
over any time - after the school work is done - as long as you call 
first.  Also, the household staff here is loyal and trustworthy, but 
let's not strain their consciences too much, okay? When you're here you 
need to keep it clean until we're in private, also."

-----

Felicia called me from her cell phone right after the closing bell at 
her school the next day. I conferenced Patricia and Dolores in and we 
agreed that she could do her homework at our house while Patricia 
wrapped up her business for the day.

I thought I was going to have to tie her to a chair to get her to 
concentrate on her school work, but she finally calmed down enough to 
finish studying while I did some work on the computer.

A couple of hours later, I heard Felicia's book close with an emphatic 
slam. "There! Done! Now can you please fuck my brains out?"

"We have to wait for Patricia, Felicia." I said as calmly as I could, 
"When she does arrive, I think we'll work a little on your seduction 
technique..."

"Sorry, Uncle Gary," the oversexed little teen replied, "it's just that 
I've waited SO LONG for this!"

"Are you still a virgin, Felicia?" I asked.

Suddenly, all the brashness and bravado was gone, and a shy little girl 
appeared.

"Well, yeah..." she replied, "I mean, I've tickled my button a few 
times, especially when I used to watch Mom and Auntie Patricia, and I've 
even had boys come on to me, you know? It just never seemed right, and 
well, as much as I give my mom a hard time, I didn't really want to 
disappoint her."

"Well, sweetheart," I said, "you play with fire a lot.  You should 
probably thank your lucky stars that I'm not a pedophile.  With all the 
flashing and teasing you've done, I'd have raped you repeatedly if I had 
just a little less self-control!"

"Was it really that bad, Uncle Gary?" she asked, contritely, "I mean, I 
was horny, sure, but I just thought it was a little game we played."

"It was a game YOU played," I said, not unkindly, "and one I tolerated. 
  Look, I'll be honest with you, Felicia.  You're a sexy, attractive 
young lady, and I enjoyed looking at your body as much as you liked 
showing it to me.  What was hard was not being able to do anything about 
it!  You remember how long I used to spend in the bathroom at your house?"

"Yeah!" she said, "I never knew anyone who took that long to take a dump!"

"Taking a dump didn't take very long, Felicia." I said, "Most of the 
time I was in there having sex with you, at least in my mind.  It may 
have been my right hand doing the stroking, but in my imagination it was 
you!"

"You masturbated thinking about me!?" Felicia cried, "That is SO cool! I 
used to lay awake at night and think about you coming into my room to 
ravish me. God! I'd cum SO hard thinking about you on top of me!"

"Well, dear," Patricia said, sweeping into my study, "let's see what we 
can do about making those dreams come true, shall we?"

"It might be best if we stayed here for this." I said, "If we go into 
the playroom or our bedroom, Edgar or the maid is sure to notice."

"Actually," Patricia said, "I've spoken with both of them and explained 
what we're about.  I think Edgar is jealous, and Maria, the maid, wishes 
someone had bothered to teach HER like that.  Both have sworn they will 
keep their mouths shut. I believe them. After all, they've kept MY 
little secret all these years."

"So where, then, do you want to begin?" I asked.

"I think the bedroom for the first few times," Patricia said, smiling at 
a some private thought, "then, if little Felicia shows an adventurous 
streak, perhaps we'll introduce her to the pleasures of the playroom."

We made the short walk to the master bedroom in silence, nobody quite 
knowing what to say in a situation like this. With the door closed, 
Patricia seated herself gracefully in one of the armchairs near the bed 
and said, "I think you should begin, Gary. Make it special for her."

When I was eleven, the local department store in my home town had a 
shiny red and white bicycle in one of their windows.  I wanted that bike 
so bad I could taste it. I begged my parents, but there was no money. 
All summer I worshipped that bike, and every day after school in the 
fall. My mom and dad got tired of hearing about that bicycle and forbade 
me to go near the department store. Nonetheless, I would sneak out every 
chance I got to go look at 'my' bike.  When it disappeared from the 
window just a few days before Christmas, I was devastated. I just KNEW 
someone else was getting MY bike for Christmas!

On Christmas morning, I slept in for the first Christmas since I knew 
what it was all about. For the first time in my life, I didn't care what 
I got for Christmas, because what I REALLY wanted was under someone 
else's tree.  Imagine my joy and surprise, then, when I stumbled 
groggily down the stairs to find a large, ungainly package that vaguely 
resembled a bicycle, beside the tree!

I KNEW what was in it, and as I slowly removed the wrapping paper, I 
KNEW what each piece would look like before it was revealed. 
Nonetheless, as each shiny bit of chrome, each red and white tube, each 
white-sidewalled tire came into view, I was filled with new elation, as 
if seeing it for the very first time!

That's about the closest I can come to describing my emotions as, 
finally, I slowly undressed the trembling young daughter of my best friend.

The sweater vest bearing the logo of her Catholic school came off over 
her head to reveal the crisp white blouse underneath. I fumbled a little 
with the clasp and zipper of the plaid skirt in school colors, then let 
it drop to reveal long, pristine thighs topped chastely by white cotton 
panties. I couldn't resist kissing those oh-so-smooth inner thighs as I 
untied and slipped off her shoes.

Felicia gasped at the first touch of my lips in such a private place, 
but spread her legs a bit to give me better access. I left the long 
white socks where they were, stood, and, with trembling fingers, 
unbuttoned the white blouse. As each button came loose, I kissed the 
newly revealed flesh of Felicia's soft, tan chest.

The teenager moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I tenderly 
kissed the cleft where the cups of her white lace, padded bra came 
together.  Skipping downward, I followed my hands across the quaking 
flesh of the young girl's tight, smooth, belly, lingering in the shallow 
depression of her navel, to explore the little cavern with my tongue. 
The unexpected invasion drew a small cry from my diminutive lover!

With the blouse disposed of, I gave her a little respite by slipping the 
calf-length socks down her legs and off her feet, following with my lips 
and tongue. Felicia gave a nervous giggle when I briefly sucked on her toes!

"Ohmigod!" she squeaked, "That feels SO wierd!"

I stood behind the petite girl to unfasten her brassiere. As my fingers 
fumbled with the clasp, I bent and nipped lightly at the curve of the 
young lady's swan-like neck. Felicia gasped and melted into me.  As the 
brassiere came loose, my hands slipped forward, under the padded cups to 
cover and gently squeeze her immature mounds. I caught each tiny nipple 
in the 'V' between middle and ring finger, and squeezed gently.

My teeth closed lightly on her earlobe as my fingers squeezed those 
tender, hardened nubs atop their puffy little aureolae. Felicia sighed, 
moaned, and squirmed in my grasp, her cotton-clad buttocks rotating 
around the outline of my shaft as it threatened to tear a hole in my 
Dockers.

"Oh my GOD!" the little black-haired nymph sighed, "That's so INTENSE!"

"You ain't felt nothin' yet, baby!" I whispered back, somewhat 
melodramatically. Ah well, a little melodrama never hurt anyone, and it 
seemed to fit in that situation.

I slipped the padded bra down Felicia's arms and kissed my way down her 
back, sliding my palms downward as I went. The young lady shivered and 
shuddered with each new caress, as though having hundreds of 
mini-orgasms.  My hands reached the elastic of her panties just as my 
tongue delved into the the tiny dimples at the base of her spine.  The 
tiny teen trembled, running her own hands up and down her body, at a 
loss as to what to do with them.

Dolores' daughter knew, by now, the pattern I had followed in undressing 
her, but it still took her by surprise when my lips and tongue followed 
the fabric of her panties down the soft curve of her buttocks, dipping 
and tickling into the secret crevice that divided those two immaculate orbs!

"Uncle GARY!" she shrieked, "WHAT are you DOING!?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing, Felicia?" I asked, nuzzling deeper 
into her valley, searching with my tongue until I found the wrinkled 
pucker of her virgin anus.

"I-it feels like... OHMIGOD!" she shrieked, "How can you DO THAT!"

"Would you like me to stop?" I paused long enough to ask.

"YES! I mean NO! I mean..." she sighed and pushed backward, "It's just 
so WICKED!"

"But do you like it?" I asked, digging my tongue into the spasming iris 
of her rectal opening.

"Oh HELL yes!" she cried, pushing back further!

To her cries of frustration, I stood and swept her into my arms, tossing 
her fragile body easily onto our 'two acre' bed.

"We'll explore that little sensation more another time!" I said as I 
began undressing.

Patricia stopped me and told Felicia: "Watch, dear, and learn! You've 
just experienced how a man can excite a woman as he undresses her. Now 
you can learn how to do the same for your man!"

My devil-woman pulled my polo shirt part-way off, but left it swathing 
my head as it held my arms in pseudo-bondage, and bent nip my right 
nipple through the singlet I wore underneath! She pulled the bottom of 
the singlet from my waistband and, running her soft, manicured hands up 
my ribs, raised the fabric slowly until it encased the fabric of my 
shirt about my head and arms.  Her mouth followed the singlet upward, 
those perfect teeth nipping, luscious lips nibbling their way up from my 
quivering lower belly to my chest. She savagely mauled my right nipple 
as her hands tore the shirts off my upraised arms, then pinned my arms 
behind my back.

I could have easily overpowered her, and released my arms, but why would 
I want to? Patricia's demonic assault on my nipples was sending shivers 
up and down my spine!  I was so engrossed in the sensation flooding my 
chest, it barely registered when my trousers fell around my feet.

"Holy shit!" Felicia cried when Patricia finally released my rampant 
erection from my briefs. "That's HUGE!"

"It's just the right size, my dear!" my lovely wife cooed, "you'll find 
that it stretches you deliciously, and touches places inside you that 
you never dreamed would be explored!"

Then, to me, Patricia said, "All right, dear, unless you want me to get 
you off first so you'll last longer,  I think you're ready."

I was, but I had other plans.  I knelt on the bed at Felicia's feet, 
and, taking them in my hands, raised them high in the air.  Felicia lay 
on her back, her skinny arms akimbo, a banquet for my eyes as they 
followed the line of those long, coltish legs back to her fresh, 
untouched nakedness. I turned my head from side to side, kissing my way 
down the tender inside flesh of her legs.

The further down I went, the further back I bent the young schoolgirl's 
legs, until, with the tops of her knees flattening her budding breasts, 
I reached the juncture between them.  Felicia's breath was coming in 
ragged gasps and she screamed loudly at the first touch of my tongue on 
her most secret flesh!

I didn't want to set off her tickle reflex, so I planted a big, wet kiss 
squarely on her moist nether-lips, her fine, sparse, black pubic hair 
hardly any impediment at all. As I lapped at her untouched little slit, 
I probed gently at her tunnel with a fingertip moistened by her juices. 
  Sure enough, a little way up the opening, my finger encountered a 
fleshy barrier.  I would save that for something special...

I removed my finger and probed softly at the tight, puckered ring of 
Felicia's anus.  As my tongue found the little button near the top of 
her slit, she came immediately, and her rectum opened to receive my 
finger!  While the little teen was enjoying her spasms, her ass 
practically sucked my finger inside!

The unnatural penetration apparently triggered another climax, as the 
diminutive Catholic schoolgirl spasmed beneath me, milking my finger and 
pushing her pussy against my face! Twice more I drove her, screaming, 
over the precipice, then looked over at my exotic bride.

"I think you should do the honors, my dear." I said softly, watching one 
elegant hand slide sensuously up and down her giant shaft, while two 
impeccably manicured fingers from the other hand slipped easily in and 
out of her gushing slit.

"I thought that was to be yours, Gary darling." she replied huskily, 
"After all the teasing she put you through, you certainly deserve it!"

"I'll get my turn." I answered, "But I've never broken a hymen, nor had 
one of my own for someone else to break.  Assuming that you remember 
your own experience, perhaps you can make hers an event to remember 
fondly, rather than a painful episode she'd rather forget."

"Is that okay with you, Felicia?" Patricia asked the panting teen.

"It's more than okay, Aunt Patricia!" she rasped, "I think it's a great 
idea!"

I swapped places with my lover, sitting down to watch and stroke as one 
great beauty introduced a younger beauty to the joys of phallic love.

"May I kiss you, Felicia?" Patricia asked as she took my place between 
the lovely teen's upraised legs, "You look ravishing, and I'm dying to 
taste your lips!"

"I bet you say that to all the underage girls!" Felicia replied huskily, 
"But I'm easy, and to tell the truth, I've been wondering what it would 
be like to kiss another woman!"

Okay, I'm here to tell every one of you football watching, beer 
drinking, tailgate partying, he-men out there who've ever wanted to see 
two women together: You are jealous of ME! Or, at least, you would be if 
you knew just how HOT that girl-girl kiss was!

Sweet, innocent-looking Felicia waited with bated breath as Patricia 
(remember me describing her as 'everything Victoria's Secret looked for 
in a model'?) bent over the frail young thing, her more generous breasts 
flattening against the backs of the younger girl's thighs, and, her eyes 
burning with passion, TOOK that sweet, pouting mouth, possessing it and 
its owner entirely!

Both women moaned and undulated against each other, their lust rising to 
a fever pitch! Felicia hardly noticed when my lover's shaft nudged it's 
way into her tunnel, until, with a quick flick of her hips, Patricia 
burst through her barrier, barely giving her time to feel it tear!

A short squeal into Patricia's mouth and it was done! My sweet demon of 
a wife waited, ravishing the teen's mouth and fondling her breasts, 
until the pain subsided and her passion returned, before continuing her 
inward journey.  Slowly, grudgingly, the tight little tunnel yielded 
centimeter by centimeter. Patricia was making short little strokes now, 
half an inch out, three-quarters in.

"There!" she whispered to her willing captive, "I've just hit your 
cervix!  Ready to stretch now?"

Eyes wide, staring into Patricia's, Felicia nodded tentatively.  From 
where I sat, it looked like Patricia still had about five inches to go!

"Okay, baby," my wife said, "a little push... Now I'll back up a 
little... Now in a little more... That's it! Push back at me baby!"

Felicia continued to stare into my lover's eyes as she grunted out the 
effort of each little push. For almost half an hour, they were lost in 
each other and the herculean effort to get all of my sweetheart's 
massive dick into the diminutive teen!

Finally, Patricia said quietly, "Guess what, dear! I'm all the way in!"

"I am SO FUCKING FULL!" Felicia panted, "I can't BELIEVE how far up my 
belly you go!"

"Are you ready for your first fuck, sweetie?" My lover asked, swiveling 
her hips to make a little more room in the tight confines of the girl's 
little pussy.

"Oh, YES!" Felicia breathed.

"Then here we go, baby. We'll start real slow..."

Patricia withdrew until the lip of her glans tugged at the inside of 
Felicia's pussy lips, and the little girl quivered in anticipation. With 
a long, steady push, that enormous spear once again impaled the tiny 
creature in which it was embedded! At the end of the stroke, the teen's 
legs flashed out and wrapped around the older woman's waist, her heels 
digging into my wife's buttocks, pulling her deeper!

"Oh GOD!" Felicia cried, "ENOUGH slow! I've been waiting my whole life 
for this! PLEASE, Auntie Patricia, FUCK ME!"

"If you say so, dear."

Patricia's buttocks flashed backward, and she shifted her knees further 
up the bed for more leverage, then, with all the strength she could 
muster, sliced her shaft back into the welcoming hole! Faster and faster 
she stroked, all the way in, all the way out!  Felicia began screaming 
and cumming!

I was glad that Patricia had had her talk with Edgar and Maria! There 
was no way we were keeping THIS a secret!

Patricia had held out about as long as she could, and the oversexed 
little girl's overflowing lust soon exploded through her, deep into 
Felicia's young, quaking belly!  When the young girl felt the heat of 
the discharge within her, she gave one long mournful wail and went rigid 
- muscles standing out like a body-builder on a posing stand - as she 
gave up her final orgasm to my incredible wife!

I almost came myself, but figured I'd save it for Patricia after our 
young student departed.  It was several minutes before either moved. 
Patricia rolled off the little girl, panting.  When Felicia looked up 
and saw my bobbing cock, as I stood over them, her eyes went wide again, 
and she asked, "D-do you want to, uh, you know...?"

"I do, Felicia," I said gently, "but not today.  As much as you enjoyed 
that, still, you have an open wound inside you, and you need to go home 
and take care of it so it doesn't get infected.  We'll do some more 
another time."

She gave me a relieved smile and said, "Yeah, I guess I better..."

Patricia called Walt on the house phone and asked him to bring the limo 
around for Miss Chavez, as I helped her find and don her discarded clothing.

We walked her to the door, and as she turned to go, she gave each of us 
an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"Thank you both!" she gushed, "I always knew sex would be good, but I 
never DREAMED it would be like that!"

"You're welcome, dear," Patricia told her, "but that was only the 
beginning. You've just entered a whole new world!"

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